As soon as he arrived at the waiting hall, Yunfan received an invitation to play.

[Player "Merry School Grass" invites you to join a custom game, yes/no?] 】

"The name..."

Yun Fan was a little dumbfounded, Sun Long's group of people were all five big and three thick, how could they dare to call them such names?

While sighing at their cheekiness, Yun Fan pressed "yes".

A white light engulfed the waiting hall in front of him, and the next moment, Yun Fan appeared outside an ancient castle.

Looking through the window, he saw several player IDs that left him speechless.

The IDs of several people are the evil president, the rich man with a lot of gold, and the arrogant teenager, and the merry school grass is Sun Long.

"Even the helmet has to borrow someone else's, and I dare to learn from others to play the father-son game."

At this time, the merry school grass was sneering in the direction of the window.

"Brothers, change roles."

With Sun Long's order, several people turned into a brush, and suddenly there was a blue overalls on their bodies, and a silver-white toolbox appeared in their hands.

And in Yun Fan's field of vision, a line of words also appeared under the ID of the fugitive.

[Identity: Demolition worker]

"Demolition worker."

Taking a deep breath, Yun Fan looked at this character and couldn't help but fall into memories.

The role of the dismantler, who can use the toolbox in his hand to destroy the sacrificial chair, can be said to be the most headache for the newcomer executioner.

When the executioner finally catches a human, they find that the chair has been destroyed.

If you want to hang it on a chair in the distance, you will definitely be freed by the fugitives.

The demolition brigade dismantled all the sacrificial chairs in the whole scene, so that the executioners had nowhere to hang.

Even though the Executioner carries the Reincarnation perk, it has too long a cooldown.

You've fixed a chair that people can continue to tear down during your cooldown.

Back then, Yunfan was also disgusted by this routine many times in the budding period.

But...

No routine is perfect.

Yun Fan opened the talent panel, and he knew that there was a talent that was suitable for dealing with the demolition team.

After a moment of rummaging, he stared at a point in a clenched fist pattern.

【

Talent: Iron Hand

Effect: Reduces the strength of each struggle of the Escapee by 20%/40%/60% and consumes 5/10/20 Talent Points each time.

Introduction: Holding the prey firmly is a must for every executioner.

】

"Huh."

Yun Fan chuckled, and then directly filled this talent.

He was not surprised that Chen Pengtian did not have this talent.

Originally, this talent was in a particularly remote corner, and it was normal for newcomers not to see it.

And even if it did, it consumed enough talent points to discourage most executioners.

However, once the Iron Hand talent is filled, the executioner can span most of the scene, thus hanging the fugitive from a chair that is particularly far away.

Even if they dismantled all the chairs on the surface, it wouldn't be of much use.

Because there is a place where the chairs are forbidden to be removed by the system.

There, the players call it the Basement.

"I've taken in your sons."

A roar came from Yun Fan's mouth, and he roared into the window.

Then, Yun Fan opened the character interface and randomly selected a character owned by Chen Pengtian.

You have selected the role "Voodoo Puppeteer."] ”】

The prompt sound of the system came, and the next moment, the ancient castle in front of him instantly shattered and turned into inches of ashes.

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Mode: Custom - Balanced Athletic

Scene: Machine building factory - snowy night

Description: It was a particularly cold and snowy night, and some of the existences in the long-abandoned machine building factory were also celebrating the beginning of the new year.

】

[The game has officially begun!] 】

When he regained consciousness, the first thing Yun Fan saw was a white snowfall.

All around, some low walls are also hung with lanterns with the word "Fu" written on them, emitting a strange light of blood red.

Crunch.

Stepping on the snow, Yun Fan looked down at the snow that had not reached his feet, and the slightest coolness made him extraordinarily sober.

Looking up into the distance, none of the seven antennas probing into the sky flickered.

And this is also within Yunfan's expectations.

The demolition brigade will not decipher the cipher machine without removing all the chairs.

Suddenly...

Yun Fan heard a strange creak.

Following the sound, Yun Fan vaguely saw that at the gate of the mechanical workshop in the distance, a blue figure was shaking a pitch-black sacrificial chair.

Piercing the huge scissors into the snow, Yunfan limped towards there.

......

The entrance of the machine shop.

Squeak.

Squeak.

Humming a little song in his mouth, Sun Long, that is, the merry school grass, shook the sacrificial chair in front of him vigorously.

Seeing the blood-colored glow cast by the lantern on the ground, and feeling the coolness of the snowflakes touching his skin, made him slightly afraid.

"This scene is quite weird."

Rubbing his body, the merry school grass continued to dismantle the chair.

And when he saw that the destruction progress bar in his field of vision had passed more than half of the time, a smile appeared on his face.

The fear was alleviated a lot.

"Now it's up to you what you do."

It was as if the chair in front of him was a cloud sail, and the merry school grass couldn't help but work harder.

And in his mind, he has already begun to uncontrollably imagine what the poor boy will look like after he loses.

But at this time...

Sou!

He suddenly heard a sound of breaking the air from far and near, and came to his side in an instant.

"What the hell?"

Hearing this voice, the merry school grass raised her head in some confusion.

And the next moment...

Syllable!

In his field of vision, a sharply enlarged snowball appeared, and then, the snowball slammed into the bridge of his nose.

"Ahh

A burst of pain came, and the merry school grass felt as if her nose bone had been broken, and there was a gold star in front of her.

Moreover, the sourness on the bridge of his nose made him cry uncontrollably.

Woe is not a one-way street.

[The sixth sense of talent has taken effect, and there is currently an executioner not far from you, be careful!] 】

Barely holding back the feeling of soreness, as soon as he opened his eyes, the merry school grass heard such a prompt.

And he saw that not far away, a hideous-looking voodoo puppeteer bent his legs slightly, making a gesture that wanted to jump.

......

Yunfan here.

"Does the snowball taste good?"

A low, hoarse inquiring voice came from Yun Fan's abdomen, and there was a thick banter in his voice.

He flexed his legs as he raised the scissors high.

The next moment, Yun Fan's entire body blasted out like a cannonball, leaving an afterimage in the air.

[The action judgment is currently in progress.] 】

There was a prompt sound from the system in his ears, and Yun Fan had already come to the merry school grass.

He swung his scissors fiercely, and the tips of the fierce force flashed with a cold light.

Then, the tip of the scissors stabbed into the torso of the merry schoolgrass.

[Current action: pounce, judgment successful.] 】

Bang.

The slender body smashed to the ground, and Yun Fan entered a brief state of vertigo.

"What is this doing?"

Suddenly, there was a disbelieving voice from the merry school grass in front.

He looked at the puppeteer who had fallen to the ground, and the large scissors at his feet, and felt as if everything in front of him was an illusion.

And at this time...

Click.

There was a crisp sound of cracking bones.

The merry school grass was shocked to see the puppeteer on the ground, its head...

Rotated one hundred and eighty degrees!

"You can't run away."

A vicious voice came from the puppeteer's abdomen, and the cyan glow suddenly brightened in its buttonholes.